Section 2: The Language of Feathers

The Songbirds had once feared Ernest. His stillness had been the stillness of a hunter. But now, in his feathered costume, he sat openly on the path, drawing with care. The birds watched from the fig tree, uncertain.

Then a goldfinch descended, dragging her wing through the chalk. A faint mark. Ernest responded with a dot. Suddenly they had a duet, something that songbirds knew quite well, only this was of marks instead of notes!

Soon, Pearl’s Backyard Garden became a shared page. A mockingbird scratched zigzags. A titmouse pressed a wet leaf to the stone. Together, they composed a new language of liturgy—chalk and claw, paw and wing. Ernest, once predator, became scribe and companion. The Songbirds sang not warnings, but harmonies.

Thanks to all of our Friends, Family, and Fans for reading, liking, and sharing! We will keep you in our prayers!

Sincerely,

John and Pearl, (with fond memories of Gracie, Bessie, Blanche,  Emily, and Amelia) and our newest Little Buddy, Ernest

Note: In case you missed it, the clue to our next project found in the previous post is: In the hush of autumn’s turning, Ernest the ginger cat watched Pearl the hen draw parables in chalk. We are working on a collection of parables with Pearl’s illustrations!